Just about settled

It's taken us a few days but it finally feels like we've settled in to Horton-cum-Cuddle-Me. The Burrow is now gutted and littered with wallpaper and newspaper, not to mention the odd spillage from the washing machine being un-plumbed.

It's funny how messy it is and how little we care - seems a bit pointless trying to keep it tidy when it will all be ripped to pieces within the next week or so.

We're still waiting on the mortgage completion, which apparently hinges on Rachel's old mortgage company sending a fax to her new mortgage company. Mr Builder is apparently chomping at the bit to send some lads in to rip things to pieces, so contractual niceties don't seem high up his agenda.

Must nip round with the camera to capture how truly squalid the places looks this weekend